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When Rogue turned to gaze into the wanton eyes of her counterpart, she thought she recognized in them the same unnamed desire she’d had to suffer with ever since hitting puberty. The promise of a kiss, a touch, a holding of excited teenage hands, left sadly unfulfilled. What should have been her awakening as a young woman had been replaced by sorrowful glances from boys who liked what they saw, but not what they would feel if they took the next fateful step.

He understands me, her mind seemed to whisper. He knows, but he’s not afraid. I can’t hurt him. He’ll be able to treat me like I’m… normal. Her mind went briefly to Scott Summers, her fellow classmate at Bayville High School, but she pushed the image away as quickly as it had arrived. Scott was nice, but - why would he want her, when he had so many other girls to choose from? Even other teenagers with the advanced X-gene were more ‘normal’ than her, after all. She was a tactile pariah, forever doomed to feel the touch of another human through several layers of clothing.

Rogue sighed, rubbing her shoulders with crossed arms. Even in this setting she hadn’t been able to break the habit of covering her body, wearing translucent green long-sleeved blouse over a black halter top that hugged the curve of her ripe body enticingly - the silhouette of bare skin being the closest she could safely come around most. She was nervous, and sensed her partner was, as well. Maybe this was a little unorthodox, a little strange… but nothing about being a mutant was ever simple. The 16-year-old ingenue, as well-known around school for her deadly touch as she was for the distinctive shock of white amidst her auburn hair, was desperate to experience things that were long overdue. So desperate, in fact, that she had recently kissed Remy LeBeau on the lips to take his powers, when she could have just as easily touched his hand. Awkward.

Now, though, she was alone with someone new. Someone she couldn’t hurt. With a bare hand, she reached out and rubbed his shoulder, showing her affection with none of the guarded attitude she’d been forced to adopt in high school. “Bet that feels good,” she whispered to him, in a soft voice. And it felt good to Rogue, too - being able to feel a body that wasn’t her own against her skin, the thrumming muscles, the heat of it. Her hand kneaded and rubbed, and she gulped imperceptibly, apprehensive about taking the next step with her prospective boyfriend… but knowing she had nothing to fear. She was isolated in a remote barn, far from the prying eyes of her peers, who either feared her or wanted her for her powers, or from nosy teachers like Mr. McCoy or Mr. Vandermeer. The smell of damp hay and sweat was heavy in her dainty nostrils, but for Rogue it did nothing to diminish the hot excitement she felt.

Her first real kiss. A kiss that wouldn’t hurt the recipient. She was a vision in her green halter-top and her distinctive collar and wrist cuffs, giving her a gothic, dangerous sensibility despite her tender age, and she hoped he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Taking a deep breath and stepping forward in her black boots, she leaned in and opened her glossy, dark-painted lips slightly, pressing them passionately against…

…the mouth of a horse.

Rogue moaned with pleasure as she sucked on the rubbery lips of the massive stallion. Though the beast had obliged her by lowering its head, she still had to stand on the tip-toes of her combat boots in order to do the deed. The smell of straw, plaque and horse-breath blasted into her nose as the chestnut-colored beast snuffled and slobbered on her teenage face. The troubled teen mutant tried to imagine something romantic during the goings-on, uncaring of what the scene might look like to an interloper. She could feel breath, heat, sinew moving, the vacillations of another body! She could smell sweat and musk and things even more base.

“Mmm… oh… god… it’s so… warm…” Rogue moaned, in between sucking and licking at the horse’s flapping lips, her face a sheen of horse slobber. Her hand reached out to the stallion’s jawline and caressed it in a tawdry caricature of human-on-human affection. “Don’t worry, baby… I’ll take care of you!” The inflection in her voice betrayed a mind damaged by many years of isolation from human touch and the machinations of a manipulative foster mother. It seemed that Rogue had grown so desperate to know someone, or someTHING, that didn’t just want her for her powers… the troubled and horny mutant teen was willing to rut with a farm animal!

The horse’s long, thick, powerful tongue jammed into Rogue’s mouth, making her feel the heat, wetness and barnyard scent of the animal. Instinctively, the teen allowed the appendage to drive as deep into her gullet as she could, wanting to prove she was accepting, wanting to show her unusual partner that she could satisfy him as well as any “normal” woman. While getting her mouth thoroughly reamed by stallion tongue, she unbuckled her pants and slid them down her slender, shapely thighs, letting them pile around her combat boots before stepping deftly out of the legholes, moaning all the while and sucking on the slimey, bestial tongue like it was a limber cock. Her face was a mask of horse-slobber, causing her dark makeup to run. “Wait,” she moaned, separating long enough from her equine make-out session to pull her blouse and halter top over her head, letting her large, pert teenage breasts fall free. They were as silken-skinned and flawless as the rest of her, and now, Rogue hoped, they would finally feel the touch of another living being! A flesh-and-blood partner who cared about her for her, not for her powers! In the sordid heat of the moment, the strangeness of projecting these qualities onto a horse didn’t occur to her.

Splitting her knees, Rogue dropped down to take a look at the stallion’s barrel-like undercarriage, chestnut in color with a few white mottles here and there. She knew, even with her relative inexperience, that this was where the action would be, and she was not disappointed. The randy beast’s long, leathery, flanged cock had erupted from its sheath like a fleshy python, and now hung enormous 3/4ths of the way to the floor, a marbled black and pink color. Rogue gulped and felt her pussy moisten as she saw the syrupy rivulets of greyish-white liquid leaking from the prominent urethral opening. She extended one long leg and scooted underneath the animal, staying squatted to keep her knees out of the moist straw, horse piss, and horse shit that had turned the bottom of the stall into a muck. With her shaven pussy leaking fluids down the insides of her pale thighs while hovering just inches above a pile of horse manure, she took hold of the massive shaft, unable to get her hand all the way around the circumference.

“It’s so warm… touching a dick without gloves… the sense of heat… nnngh… I can feel it pulsing!” As if in response to her wide-eyed comments, the pisshole of the bestial dick sputtered a few ropes of smelly horse semen all over her chest, sluicing down between Rogue’s breasts to her puffy teen pussy before dripping to the filthy ground. She followed the eruption with wide eyes, marveling at how different it was than her typical interactions… how visceral, how warm, how intense. She inhaled the equine cock-stink and the stench of the piss and shit-covered enclosure and it awakened an animalistic need in her that was more powerful than any genetic predisposition.

Pulling the fat horse cock to her mouth, she latched her dark-painted lips onto the flanged edge, licking the textured, bumpy glans as she made hungry slurping sounds. “Mmm…you like me, don’t you?” she deliriously asked the horse’s underside, and it was an open question whether she truly believed the animal had taken a liking to her, or if she was only trying to convince herself. “I’ll be a good partner for you, baby… let me suck all the filth off of your cock!” Her lips parted wide and the rutting teen mutant managed to stuff the entire fat horse glans into her mouth at once, scraping the stale piss and dried stallion cum off of the bumpy underside and mixing the gooey sludge with her saliva, drinking it down along with the cocktail of pre-jizz that was spraying into the back of her throat from the virile horse’s pulsating pisshole. Rogue expertly handled the dick with one hand while fingering her pussy with the other, her eagerness to please the dumb animal making the scene all the more disgusting.

Pulling her mouth off with a pop, with strands of yellow-white, smegma-tainted saliva connecting her pretty mouth to the stinky horse dick, Rogue closed her eyes and spoke aloud again to the restless animal. “I… I want more! Finally I can touch someone… I want it all!” Her words were spoken with a heat and desire that was lewd in the extreme, and far from the aloof and cool exterior she sometimes used to keep others at arms length. Still wearing only her combat boots, she rose from her wide-kneed squat and walked a short distance to the corner of the delapidated barn to grab a crate covered in a short tarpaulin. To Rogue, it seemed the perfect height for her to lie back under her ‘beau’ and let the empathetic beast show his affection. Athletic as she was, it took her only moments to slide the weathered box, which about twice as long as it was tall, underneath the animal. She displaced a few large piles of fly-covered horse turd as she did so, sending new and loathsome smells into the air, but they only turned her on all the more.

Her stallion ‘partner’ seemed to be getting more and more restless, its massive dong forming an arm-thick horizontal pole of turgid horse-beef in the musky air. Rogue positioned the box near the front of the beast, so that the cum-leaking cockhead would be poised at the entrance to her virginal mutant pussy. Laying back on it, she patted the horse’s belly and beckoned him on. “Now it’s your turn, sweetie” he said, and her fawning tone of voice betrayed the truth of her mental disconnect regarding the beast - she really did believe it had the capacity to see her as an object of desire and affection. “Make me feel good… make me feel better than any boy ever could!”

At first the horse had no response, causing Rogue to beckon him again, grinding her tight teenage bubble-butt against the tarp and thrusting her crotch lewdly as she rutted and grabbed her own breasts. Then, the beast simply walked forward past the crate, leaving Rogue with a faceful of hanging balls - but only for a moment. The stallion was turning around… it’s huge cock, at least 18” in length and as thick as a man’s wrist, poised at her mouth instead of her pussy.

“W-wait… don’t you want to make lo-” Rogue started, but then the 1,000+ pound animal lurched forward and drove it’s flanged cockhead into her mouth and straight down her throat, burying six inches of prick in her astounded face. Rogue gagged and choked, her body heaving… but her ‘partner’ began to thrust, driving the fist-sized flange of cockhead deep into her throat, making her thin, pretty neck bulge into the shape of a leaking horse-dick while her eyes went wide and her goth-painted mouth stretched obscenely. The powerful animal began to fuck her throat as if it was a mare’s cunt, and the ropes tying down the tarp on the crate provided enough resistance to keep her body from sliding off - leaving her at the mercy of the powerful beast. A cock-shaped bulge drilled from her throat to her belly and the horse’s smelly, overloaded balls battered her forehead and her neck leaned off the crate’s edge. Rogue’s cock-throttled body experienced a tawdry seizure as her eyes rolled back in her head from the brutal assault. Her arms flopped down to her sides as the stallion’s heavy dick ragdolled her for five solid minutes, rearranging her internal organs with grisly and wet sliding sounds that told every detail of how much smelly animal cock was pounding her guts.

The beast’s rutting grew more agitated as Rogue continued to choke and dry heave around the dick, spit and phlegm running down from her stretched mouth, ruining her eye makeup and causing black mascara to soil the hanging white tassel of her hair. An eruption of piss jetted from her twat as she lost control of her bladder with the cock hilted in her guts, and the beast snuffled and whinnied as it emptied every last sperm cell that had been rotting in its unmilked balls into Rogue’s 16-year-old body. Her belly, already showing the outline of the massive dick, inflated like a beach ball as a result of the torrent of porridge-like, yellow-grey horse cum being puked into her stomach, instantly filling it and sending the gross-smelling sludge to rocket back up her throat and explode from her nostrils. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the uncaring beast essentially emptied itself inside her, losing consciousness.

B-but we were soulmates, Rogue thought as the unwashed, fat-dicked animal dismissively used her as a sperm toilet in the middle of a shit-filled, piss-soaked barn enclosure. As the penis was ripped from her guts and the animal lost interest and stepped away, Rogue turned her head, eyes jittering in their sockets, and vomited up a huge gout of oatmeal-looking horse semen onto the barn floor. Then again. And then again. It took her nearly ten minutes to purge even half of the thick ball-load from her distended belly… and the rest was still inside her, raping her with the rotten-shrimp stink of animal semen. Rogue staggered to her feet, barely avoiding falling over, tears running from her eyes. She croaked and vomited another fat gout of greyish sperm down the front of her own body, and then staggered to the door, sparing the horse a glance.

“I… I was a good partner, right?” she croaked, looking haggard and cum-soaked. “I satisfied you? You want me, don’t you?” The horse, disinterested, stepped to the side of the enclosure to drink from a bucket. Ignoring her completely. Rogue bit her lower lip in insecure frustration. Had what she had sensed been wrong? Was this animal really no different than all of the boys who saw her as something dangerous and alien? Did it really not give a fuck about her?”

“Just… give me a sign!” she mewled, desperately, leaning one unsteady hand on the rickety boards of the barn. “Do something to let me know… that you care about me! Please!” There was a pause, Rogue’s desperate face begging for some form of closeness, of validation. Then a gurgling, sputtering sound.

In response to her plea, the horse had taken a huge dump on the stall floor. That, apparently, was all the impression she had made.

EPILOGUE

Rogue’s unsteady self-esteem was further damaged by being rejected and used by the horse, but in truth, she was already dangerously unstable with massive trust issues. Over the next few years, she grew increasingly disconnected from the X-Men and their goal of mutant equality and justice, instead desperately doing anything, no matter how degrading, to find a relationship partner who would “appreciate her”. After dropping out of high school, she was seen on underground videos getting fucked by groups of slobbering, severely disabled mongoloids and retards who weren’t smart enough to realize her powers would hurt them. She sucked the lumpy, piss-tainted cum out of every one of their misshapen dicks, begging for love and approval the entire time, until they inevitably passed away.
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